Growing up, I loved both my sisters Steph and Alexandra dearly - but we also fought like cat and dog!
Especially Steph and I.
I was a girly girl, loved playing dressing up and looking pretty.
Three years younger, Steph was a tomboy who loved getting grubby!
She didn’t care, but our mum Bernie, 60 did.
‘Come on, Bob,’ Mum would say dragging Steph along to the bathroom for yet another wash.
We all called Steph ‘Bob’ because she was just like a little lad!
She was fiery, too.
She always had my back in the playground, chasing bullies away for saying mean things about my glasses.
‘That’s what sisters do,’ she’d tell me triumphantly.
And as we’ve grown up, not that much has changed really.
We’re still chalk and…
